Dusty Trail Horizon

Old flatbed

parked down by the fence

Engine hasn't turned since eighty-nine

Dust on the dash,

pennies in the tray

Leaving all those years behind

There's a gravel road that cuts across the ridge

Waiting on a prayer across the bridge

Some roads are made of limestone

Some dreams are built on rust

We hold on to the good times

And we leave the rest to dust (yeah,

leave it to the dust)

Screen door swings

with every morning breeze

Coffee in a cracked ceramic mug

Counting up the miles

we never drove

Safe beneath a faded rug

Every sunset paints a ribbon in the sky

Giving us a reason just to try

Some roads are made of limestone

Some dreams are built on rust

We hold on to the good times

And we leave the rest to dust

(leave it all to dust)

Some roads are made of limestone

Some dreams are built on rust

We hold on to the good times

And we leave the rest to dust

(let it blow away,

yeah)

Just leave it to the dust... (hummmm)